Old King Cole was a merry old soul

Lyrics

Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he
He called for his pipe
And he called for his bowl
And he called for his fiddlers three.

And every fiddler had a fiddle all his own
And a very fine fiddle had he
Tweedle dee, tweedle dee
Tweedle dee, tweedle dee
Tweedle dee, tweedle dee
Went the fiddlers three
Oh there’s none so rare
As can compare
With King Cole and his fiddlers three